The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe: With His Letters and Journals, and His Life, Tom 5J. Murray, 1834 - 336 |
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With His Letters and Journals, and His Life George Crabbe. THE ALPHEUS FELCH HISTORICAL LIBRARY BEQUEATHED TO THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN BY THE HON . ALPHEUS FELCH . 1896 . 0233 Cr POETICAL WORKS OF THE 828 Cr REV .
With His Letters and Journals, and His Life George Crabbe. THE ALPHEUS FELCH HISTORICAL LIBRARY BEQUEATHED TO THE UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN BY THE HON . ALPHEUS FELCH . 1896 . 0233 Cr POETICAL WORKS OF THE 828 Cr REV .
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... history dwelt , And of the moral Muse the beauty felt ; The merits of the Roman page she knew , And could converse with More ( 1 ) and Montagu : Thus she became the wonder of the town , From that she reap'd , to that she gave renown ...
... history dwelt , And of the moral Muse the beauty felt ; The merits of the Roman page she knew , And could converse with More ( 1 ) and Montagu : Thus she became the wonder of the town , From that she reap'd , to that she gave renown ...
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... history of a mean domineering spirit , who , having secured the succession of a rich relation by assiduous flattery , looks about for some obsequious and yielding fair one , from whom he may exact homage in his turn . He thinks he has ...
... history of a mean domineering spirit , who , having secured the succession of a rich relation by assiduous flattery , looks about for some obsequious and yielding fair one , from whom he may exact homage in his turn . He thinks he has ...
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... History or tale — all heard him with delight , And thus was pass'd this memorable night . The listening Friend bestow'd a flattering smile ; A sleeping boy the mother held the while ; And ere she fondly bore him to his bed , TALE XVI ...
... History or tale — all heard him with delight , And thus was pass'd this memorable night . The listening Friend bestow'd a flattering smile ; A sleeping boy the mother held the while ; And ere she fondly bore him to his bed , TALE XVI ...
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... Their native seat of recent sorrow fled : ( 1 ) [ It is understood that this tale was suggested by some realities in the history of Mrs. Elmy , the mother of the Poet's wife . ] The husband duly on the quay was seen , The M 2 163.
... Their native seat of recent sorrow fled : ( 1 ) [ It is understood that this tale was suggested by some realities in the history of Mrs. Elmy , the mother of the Poet's wife . ] The husband duly on the quay was seen , The M 2 163.
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Strona 95 - My conscience hath a thousand several tongues, And every tongue brings in a several tale, And every tale condemns me for a villain. Perjury, perjury, in the high'st degree; Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; All several sins, all us'd in each degree, Throng to the bar, crying all 'Guilty! guilty!
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